The Boss and His New Intern

First day

I wake up on a Monday morning. I should be excited but it's still a Monday so the excitement is gonna take a while to come to me. Both my parents are actually out right now at a meeting with some of the churches people. Ministers and what not. I think that's the right term. I kind of miss being able to go but since I'm older and I can understand it, I'm not allowed too. I hop out of bed and stroll into the bathroom, ready to shower and get dressed. I turn the water on steaming hot as usual, ready to burn happily in such...lava-like water. I get into the shower and start to wash. If there's one thing I keep thinking about, is how fine my new boss is. I can think like this because....It's my mind and nobody control it but me. I just keep thinking about those beautiful eyes. Anyways, I wash my long hair after washing my body and step out.

Once I'm dry, I hum a little song while looking for clothes in my bedroom. I notice my blind are open and that my neighbors are looking for I quickly drop to the ground before, army crawling to the blinds and shutting them. I am not...letting this happen again. I go back to looking for clothes, picking out a tan skirt and black shirt with a tie blazer. For shoes, I just choose some black pumps before putting my hair in a ponytail. While getting ready with the rest of the stuff like brushing teeth, I think about what kind of intern I'm gonna be. I hope I'm more of the assistant kind like taking calls and writing messages whether than just...getting him coffee. Personally I could do both, that could be fun.  I sigh softly before simply just rushing out the door. I get into my car then remember I left my keys and didn't lock my car last night. Goodness me, I'm falling apart. Once I'm all gathered, I look close my eyes and pray for a good first day and rest of my days with this job. I am pretty optimistic towards this job but I wonder if I'll be able to make some buddies. I really do hope my coworkers like me. I'll be the best me...not the sarcastic me or the...mean me. I promise that. I start my car and hit the road.

I dunno if this is bad or not but I really needed to eat and I didn't have time to make breakfast so I made a stop at mcdonalds to get some pancakes. I needed that too because I drank my coffee and ate my pancakes and now I'm super ready to work. I reach the office building and just...sit back and drool. It's not a skyscraper but it's big and it's...so wide. There's many different branches but I'll be working in the middle section, my little receptionist desk right in front of his office as he said. We're up on the 14th floor.  Bad thing I'm afraid of heights. I sign in a the front desk and the lobby receptionist is overly friendly. She heard I was the new receptionist and got like...really chatty but I'm almost late. I just nod and run away, dashing for the elevator, which I make it. Once I'm on my floor, I'm about...3 minutes late. When I reach my desk, he's sitting there waiting for me. His eyes land on me and he smiles. "Ana. Nice to see you again. I'm glad you made it." He's holding his hand out for a handshakes which I kindly take. "Nice to be here. You didn't mention it was this...big" I say, still in awe at the building. He shrugs, "I'm glad you like it but we're actually in desperate need for an upgrade...like badly." Rich people talk. I'm looking at all the decor and designs and what not and it's incredible. I guess he could tell that I was thinking like that because he seemed well rather needy to change the subject. "So, here's your desk. You're my only form of help here and soon you'll see why I need it this so much. It was hard to find people fit for the job but based on what your father says about you, I'd say this should be a walk in the park." He smiles at me, his features enough to make anybody weak in the knees. I smile and nod, understand his need to change the topic. "Okay, well...will I be like taking calls or like getting your coffee." I say, genuinely curious. "Basically. A bit of everything. This may sound worse than it is but if I call you'd come, right? That's it." He explains, confirming my first thoughts about taking this job. Usually, I'd hate being at someone beckoning call. Like...really hate. I like being able to do my own thing. Ride my on wave I guess. But, with a job that pays this well, I could make the life I always wished for. I don't mean super rich with a big house and no one living there right? But, maybe like...a two story, one bedroom little house with just enough room for me and all the things I liked. Then, I could have a closet full of clothes, and shoes for days.